Tom's POV
1987

I have been with this Jump Street team for about a week now, and I've worked on most of my assignments with Mickey. Jenko was right, we do work well together. We get along a lot better now, especially after our stake out assignment from last week. She really is a great cop, and she has taught me more about being undercover than what I learned at the academy.

We all sat around the table in the squad room and Jenko said, "new assignments, listen up. Hanson, you're going to Kennedy High because we have word that it's a student who has been giving the fake ID's to students. I want you to see who it is."

"Okey-dokey." I nodded softly as I grabbed the file from Jenko's hands. He moved on to talking to Ioki about his case, so I flipped my folder open and I realized that I was going alone, which I've never done before. I didn't mind it, but I began to brainstorm a way for me to get Mickey on this case with me. I pulled it out of my ass, but I thought it was a pretty good excuse. When there was a lull, I looked up at Jenko and asked, "would it seem suspicious if I go alone?"

"What do you suggest?" Jenko asked, looking at me from across the table.

"I could bring someone with me," I suggested. I could feel everyone looking at me, then darting their eyes at Jenko as we all waited for his response.

"Like Penhall?" Jenko asked, gesturing to Doug who wasn't paying much attention to the conversation.

"I was thinking either Gregg or Hoffs," I said. I suggested Judy too because I didn't want to seem like I was hankering to bring Mickey with me. Because I wasn't. Besides, I knew that Judy wasn't going to be able to because she was in the middle of a different case and Mickey just finished one yesterday. "A girl really could throw them off the scent."

"That ain't a bad idea, newbie," Jenko said. I exhaled slowly, relieved that it worked and I didn't seem suspicious at all. Not that I had anything to be suspicious about.

"Well, I can't, I'm still caught up in the case over at Jackson," Judy said. I knew it. I felt a smile begin to emerge on my lips, so I scratched the side of my nose to cover it.

"You can have Gregg for one day." Jenko held up one finger at me. "Tomorrow she needs to be at Garfield High."

"What's going on at Garfield?" Mickey asked. She leaned back in her chair and I could see that she was wearing dark overalls with a brown long sleeve underneath.

"There's been a series of beatings around the school grounds, I need you to figure out who it is and put an end to it."

"Who are the targets?"

"You'll figure it out tomorrow. Today, I need you focused on this case with Hanson. You two have been working well together, I assume that you'll be in and out quickly."

She asked, "who am I today, then?"

"You... will be... Mickey Rooney. You have a bad attitude and you like to break the law. Good? Good." Jenko stood up from the table and started walking to the water cooler. 

That is the dumbest undercover name I have ever heard. But something tells me it is not the worst he has come up with.

"I have some thoughts about that name," Mickey said as she got up to follow him.

"It's better than Mouse," Jenko said over his shoulder. "No one is going to get it."

"I'd pick her out as a cop right away," Doug said, tossing a peanut in the air and catching it in his mouth.

"Me too," Ioki said.

I leaned back in my chair and scratched my chin. "I think my six year old cousin could too."

"Fine, fine." Jenko turned around and threw his hands up in the air in defeat. "Pick your own. Don't go off your backstory though. Understood?"

"Aye aye, Cap," Mickey said.

I headed over to my desk and I grabbed my folder and shuffled the papers together. I glanced up at Mickey, and saw that she was looking at me too. She quickly looked down at her chair as she grabbed her coat. I smiled and glanced back down at my folder, and I tapped the stack against the desk to bring the papers together.

Mickey reached the door first so she held it open for me. I thanked her, and she was already halfway down the staircase by the time the door closed behind me. I put my coat on and began my trot down the stairs. I rummaged for my car keys in my coat pocket while Mickey started looking for my car in the parking lot.

"Mick, over here," I called out to her as I unlocked my Mustang. She appeared from behind a little green car and I opened the door for her.

"Thank you," she said with a smile as she sat in the passenger seat.

I smiled back. "No problem."

I carefully closed the door and walked around the hood to get to the drivers seat. I wash my car at least once a month, and I had the interior detailed recently. I take such pride in this car, I never let it get dirty. Once I was driving home after getting it washed and a bird popped on the door. I immediately turned back around and went back to the car wash to get it cleaned off.

I got into the drivers seat and I started the car. I slowly rolled out of the spot and twisted around the parking lot until we reached the street. Mickey leaned over and turned my radio on and let the music play softly. I put on my turn signal, and we turned onto the vacant road.

Mickey commented, "I like your wheels."

"Thanks. It was my pops," I said as I chewed my gum and pulled onto the main road. It wasn't the first time she was in my car, but she's never complimented it before.

I continued to drive to the school with the radio playing softly. The silence wasn't awkward, but I was trying to think of something we could talk about. She finally spoke up, "you know, I've never driven a stick before."

"Never?" I asked.

She said, "no. I'm spoiled, I have an automatic."

The idea that I could teach her how to drive stick popped in my head. I thought it would be a good chance for us to spend more time together and I can continue to get to know her a little better. I think that if we are friends outside of work, we would work better together. I have had success in her warming up to me this past week, and I hoped that we could continue the trend.

"If you want, I can teach you," I offered.

"Yeah? When?"

"I'm free."

"If we get this bust before school is out, I'll throw in dinner too," she said.

I chuckled, "you drive a hard bargain. Let's do it."

When we got close to the school, Mickey and I both looked out the window at the same time and saw a kid standing at the back of his truck. He was handing rectangle shaped cards to a small group of students. I pulled into the parking lot and parked close to the truck, but not too close.

Mickey said, "looks like that dinner might turn into lunch."

I nodded and parked the car. I squinted at the truck and leaned forward in my seat, putting my elbows on my steering wheel. I asked, "think he might be selling drugs in there too?"

Mickey shrugged and answered, "maybe. I wouldn't be surprised."

"I wish we had a K9 at the chapel. He could come with us and sniff them out," I stated.

It would be so much easier. The Department could just bring a couple of dogs into these schools and sniff the backpacks. These cases would get solved in less than a day if we had a dog on our team.

"We used to," Mickey said.

"We did?" I asked.

"Yeah. Pacino. He's a German Shepard, and he was Jenko's dog. Sweetest boy. He worked with Jenko on suspect apprehension when they were on the force but moved with Jenko over to Jump Street. He would usually bring him to high schools and he would sniff backpacks and lockers for drugs," Mickey told me.

"What happened to him?" I asked.

"He got shot in the leg shortly after I started at Jump Street so he had to retire. He has made a really good recovery since then. He might limp a little but he's strong. He still bites like a crocodile and doesn't let go."

"Does he just hangout with Jenko now?" I asked. I thought it was rather endearing that Jenko has a dog that he let work with him here at Jump Street.

"No, I adopted him so he gets to hang out with me," Mickey stated.

"That's nice, you got a guard dog," I said with a smile. I didn't really imagine her as a dog person. Honestly, I didn't really think about it.

Mick nodded. "Yeah. I've seen that dog smash through car windows. But he's the sweetest, I promise."

I laughed, "I believe it."

Suddenly our conversation halted and we mutually decided that it was time to check out what illegal thing was coming out of this high schooler's vehicle.

Mickey sighed and asked, "ready to make a bust, TJ Hooker?"

"What?" I asked, caught off guard a little. Then I chuckled at her joke and said, "yeah."

We walked out together, and watched intently as the kids showed each other their new fake IDs. They were giddy and excited, and they didn't seem nervous that they could be caught.

"Hey, who are youse?" The kid asked when we approached, quickly shutting his trunk.

"We heard we are supposed to come over here to get a fake," I said as I put my hands in the pockets of my jacket. "That true?"

"Depends. Who are you?"

"I'm Tommy Martin and this is my sister Mickey," I said and out of the corner of my eye I saw Mickey give him a wave. Then I said, "we just moved."

"From where?" The kid asked. Why was he so suspicious? I mean, we are undercover cops but still.

"Canada," Mickey joined. "The drinking age over there is eighteen."

"Makes sense." The kid nodded. "But I don't sell to just anybody."

"Name your price," I said.

The kid sighed and said, "I would say $100 each but since youse is new, it's $50 each. $25 if I get a date with your sister."

I was just going to pretend like I didn't hear that. Even Mickey's face soured.

"That ain't bad," I said and reached into my pocket to grab my wallet.

As I was grabbing my money, Mickey asked him, "where's the best place to sneak away with these cards?"

"The Pineapple Express." He gestured to the east and said, "on the other side of town. They rarely card, but they look the other way with these."

"How many of these have you sold?" I asked while handing him the money.

"Including you two? That makes pretty much every junior and senior in the school," he stated proudly.

"Not the sophomores or freshmen?" I asked.

"They look too young. They'd be caught in a heartbeat. And they are so young, I'd get ratted out."

The process was fairly quick. He just asked us some information and before I knew it, we had fake IDs in our hands. Frankly, it was impressive. I took a quick look at my new birthday, and saw that I was a few months younger than I actually am. I really am old.

He said, "pleasure doing business with you."

"It certainly was a pleasure," Mickey said. As if we rehearsed it, Mickey and I pulled out our badges to the kid at the same time, and held them in front of our faces.

"Shit," the kid grunted.

"Shit is right," I told him. I had him step toward his truck and place his hands on it as I pulled out my handcuffs. "Put your hands behind your back."

Mickey put her badge away and said, "I'm going to comb through the school and confiscate as many of the fakes as I can."

"Okey-dokey," I said to her.

Mickey walked off, and I watched her go. The kid wiggled under my grasp which brought me back to the situation and I read him his Miranda Rights. I pulled him off the truck and walked him to my own. I shoved him in the back, and waited for Mickey to come back. I assume after we take him to the station, we will probably have to pay the Pineapple Express a quick visit.

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Next chapter will be Tom's version of Night Out With the Team!